After Song Yu's contemptuous dismissal of Zhang Xiaowei, Song Mingshu also sneered and spoke up.
"Mr. Zhang, you couldn't possibly have bought stock in our company, right? Don't tell me one of those two mysterious major shareholders is you?"
With these words, the whole place buzzed with shock.
"Mr. Zhang, did you really buy stock in our company?"
Cao Yuming looked incredulously at Zhang Xiaowei.
He had speculated before about who the other two mysterious major shareholders were.
But it just never occurred to him to consider Zhang Xiaowei.
After all, Zhang Xiaowei was in a cooperative relationship with them, and he didn't believe Zhang Xiaowei had that much money to buy shares.
"So, how about it, Mr. Zhang. Are you the fifteen percent or the eighteen percent?"
Song Mingshu's words were full of mockery, not taking Zhang Xiaowei seriously at all.
After all, he held twenty-one percent of the controlling shares.
